The siren’s call

A possession not wholly unwelcome. A fervent drive, wild and unrelenting.

No priest called, no rosary prayed. Holy water won’t cleanse my soul of this yearning. While in its grip, I can’t deny its dominion over me. I can’t simply walk way, ignoring its haunting siren’s song.

If I fight against its enthralling pull, my heart races, my breathing quickens. I pace the floor like a caged animal, my mind can’t focus. If I can’t satisfy its demands, I am crestfallen.